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Artiste:
Park
Titre:
Chica Chica
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Reach out For I cannot recall Blurred nights, hands like ice Spinning bathroom walls And every soulless face Seems to me a drowning fate Cut slow they say Think of a better way to count your hours There's a problem with the sky tonight And we've been wondering where you are In seperate corners so that eyes can shine And make a party out of every night There's a problem with the sky tonight And we've been wondering where you are In seperate corners so that eyes can shine And make a party out of every night And don't talk For every word turns cold Jump back what your best at Keep buying what I'm sold And every sickened stare Draws from me a steaming glare (steaming glare) What words you say Think of a better way to haunt your hours There's a problem with the sky tonight And we've been wondering where you are In seperate corners so that eyes can shine And make a party out of every night There's a problem with the sky tonight And we've been wondering where you are In seperate corners so that eyes can shine And make a party out of every night Wake me up For a never ending cycle scares me Pull me up This night I hate but keep repeating Wake me up For a never ending cycle scares me Pull me up This night I hate but keep repeating There's a problem with the sky tonight And we've been wondering where you are In seperate corners so that eyes can shine And make a party out of every night There's a problem with the sky tonight And we've been wondering where you are In seperate corners so that eyes can shine And make a party out of every night Hear the sound of our own hearts breaking Keep our thoughts as to what we're drinking Fear the sound of our own lungs breathing Keep our thoughts as to what we're drinking There's a problem with the sky tonight